“Sophie, this is a terrible idea,” I said as we tiptoed down the stairs. Whenever she said she had a good idea, I should have known it meant the opposite. It was like she was hellbent on getting me in trouble.

“No, it’s a fabulous idea. You’re still grounded and can’t come to my place, which means we need to find you sexy clothes in a pinch.”

I was seriously regretting batting down her sexy uniform idea right about now.

But we somehow made it through the great room and down the hallway undetected. She pulled me into the guest bedroom.

“Where are the cameras in here?” she asked as she gingerly made her way around the carpet.

“There aren’t any.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Apparently guests in our house are the only ones that are allowed to have any privacy.”

“Well, score. And no one’s found our secret escape hatch yet?”

I shook my head. But I’d hardly call it an escape hatch. Since there was no hatch. “By a stroke of luck, part of my grounding was helping with chores around the house. I offered to clean the guest rooms. So Ellen hasn’t come into this room since RJ destroyed the floor. But I won’t be helping out starting tomorrow. And I know she comes in and vacuums and cleans once a week. And if we have any company...”

“RJ said he’d fix it. So he will.” Sophie picked up the edge of the carpet and tossed it off the gaping hole in the floor.

I groaned. “This doesn’t look any different.”

“He has practice every day after school now. But I’m sure he’ll get to it by this weekend. Don’t sweat it.”

I was definitely sweating it. If Ellen didn’t trust my cleaning ability, she might come in here sooner than next week.

Sophie’s head disappeared as she climbed down the ladder into our downstairs neighbor’s apartment.

I made sure the guest room door was locked and followed her. “We have to make this quick,” I said and hopped off the ladder. “My parents will probably come check on us soon. And when they see we’re missing from my bedroom...”

“Yes, we need to have the fastest boudoir shoot in the history of boudoir shoots. Come with me.” Sophie pulled on my arm, dragging me out into the hallway and into another bedroom. She pushed open the door of the walk-in closet.

“Didn’t Liam say the owner of this apartment has been gone for a year? Why did she leave so many clothes here?”

“I don’t know. But this Russian girl has amazing taste. Isn’t this perfect?” Sophie pulled the white, floor-length fur coat that she’d already tried on off a hanger.